"
"Yes," the boy answered between his teeth, "Yes! One gets used to it.
Dear, your hands are trembling. Do you think anyone can hurt you while
I'm here? You are nervous because you've been ill, that's all. This
is the first time you've been out and you are overtired. I'll take you
back soon. You were all right a few minutes ago. You thing of moods!"
She tried to smile, "I warned you, _mon ami_."
"I know. It wasn't any use. That wreath makes you look like the
statue of Ariadne in Rome."
"I wish you would talk to me about yourself."
"Myself!" Vardri shrugged expressively, "_Ma foi_!"
"Tell me what made you join the Cause."
"Because of a man I believed in. You have heard of Guerchouni who died
early in the year? There was a great funeral in Paris. It was in all
the papers."
Arithelli nodded, "Yes, I heard the men talking about it at one of the
meetings. I wasn't interested enough to listen then. Was he--?"
"He was one of our greatest leaders. His death meant something to me,
because it was really through him that I joined the Red Flag.
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